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Mandy's Milk

... lower lip proudly displayed “MILK COW”. The number she had been assigned and branded on her ass was written permanently on the inside of her lower lip. She had never known this was being done, as she had never looked inside the lips of their herd. The unexpected treatment of her lips knocked her further off-balance and she was once again caught off guard by the strange feeling on her chest. She was shocked when the four pop can sized silver tubes emerged from the sides of her stall and locked onto her belly. Before the cylinders attached themselves a spray of warm disinfectant hosed off her underbelly then immediately sucked onto her flesh. The first two found her nipples easily gripping onto her perfect “eraser” sized tits. The second two however struggled to find home and eventually latched onto her belly just above her ribs. The suction at her nipples stung at first and grew more painful as the sensations continued but quickly turned up empty. Next was a stinging in her waist as the computer drew a bl**d sample and DNA test to determine why her initial production was so low. The alarm went off indicating she was not a healthy cow and had to be isolated. Isolation was a bad thing. The quarantine barn was a smaller detached facility from where the milking and housing stalls were built. To avoid contamination, the barn was off limits and completely automated. Only Mandy had the entry codes and even she had only been in there twice in the last two years for the annual ...

... audit. Now she was about to be detained there for God only knows how long. Before she could react, clamps closed around her wrists and above her knees forcing her to stay on all fours as she had been since repairing the stall. The gird pattern holding her head in position briefly relaxed allowing an automated shuttle car to arrive at Milking Station 1 and move it over the to the quarantine area. She was quickly docked into the Heifer Hospital as they had aptly nicknamed it. There were two other cows in the building, which could hold twelve cows, but seldom held more then six. As she was parked in place, the grid returned around her neck, but the shackles around her arms and legs stayed locked prohibiting her from lifting her limbs. The few minutes it took to go from the milk house to the hospital allowed her to think about her future. The milking machine would soon return latching onto her body for the entire duration of her stay in the hospital. She would be given an IV and doped up with anything that the computer deemed necessary to return her to the herd. Medication, DNA supplements, added nutrients, and any other medical needs were at the computer’s disposal. If the daily bl**d testing indicated she was lacking something, she would be administered it instantly until all four of her teats were consistently producing. She feared what that would mean to a human with only two breasts. With mechanical precision she was quickly trapped in her bay and the silver cylinders returned ...